We live in the rural west of Ireland, deep in farming country & the daughter lives a few miles away in the local village with the 7 yr old granddaughter.
In her class she is one of 7. There's about 62 kids in the whole primary school. And boy, does it show! 8 kids from the school were chosen to start an organic garden as part of a Galway project - she was chosen because she rattles on to her teacher about how we do things here & how she helps. (Oh, and her little competition essay where she spoke about planting green poo - she meant manure, obviously!!

But every little thing is picked up almost instantly - she has reading books with no pictures now, because her reading is streets ahead - she goes to a 'remedial' teacher for extra work since February, because she already worked through her maths & english books for the year. I guess a lot of education choices is down to geography - had we still been back in Blackpool, she would have been 1 of 33 or so & probably overlooked.
My MIL says that she feels sad when she thinks of Leah being brought up to be so 'primitive; - hahaha!! This is the same lady who asked when our hens were going to start crowing like normal hens....

I know how I prefer us all to live & it's certainly not in a UK city with the standard 3 bed semi & all mod cons (been there, done that) - you live your life how YOU want to live your life - sod the rest of them.
(Oh, & we don't have council tax, water rates or NI payments here either - well, not yet anyway!!)